The truth

by husbandlover   Mar 2, 2006


Death.What comes to mind?
Your poor grandma,stiff and pale As a ghost.You think she's going To go to heaven and watch over You?You feel so bad don't you?
What about happiness?
You remember that Christmas 5 Years ago when you were 9 years Old and you woke up and saw Santa leaving elf-made presents Under your tree.
Sadness.What about that?
The time when you wanted your Parents to go to your basketball Game and you prayed that they Would show up,but they only Showed up in the evening when it Was over and all they said Was ''Sorry.''
Well the truth is that death is when There's a frozen body wrapped in The coldness of a coffin never to Be seen again except by the slimy Bodies of eye eating worms.
And there isn't such a thing as Happiness.This world is full of hate And anger.Love doesn't exist when All you do is cheat on a person That loves you to death or lie to Them.You know who Santa is?Your Mommy and daddy because Santa Isn't real,so deal with it!
Sadness isn't real either because You're too consumed with self-pity To realize anything could be Sad.And the only reason your Parents didn't go to your Basketball games was because Your dad was cheating on your Mom with her best friend and your Mom was shooting heroine and Getting high,so praying didn't help Which proves that there isn't such A wonderful person as god.And Next time,tell your parents that Sorry isn't good enough.

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  • 18 years ago

    by phuckwithme_imsuperman

    Very powerful poem.... i didnt exactly like it but i have 2 give u props because it says alot in that little bit...